Enslaving Ev 01 Pt. 03

Master. Please protect me from Mistress Stacy. I will obey you.

Please love me.

He was so tender, wiping my face of tears, pussy juice, and semen. I felt his strength and never wanted it to end. Master, take me home, love me, and let me love you, I thought.

I was amazed by the pain when I was released from the bondage. When the blood rushed back into the cramped muscles and strained tendons, it was as though a train of fire blazed through my body. I would do anything to avoid that punishment again.

He allowed me to get dressed and I felt almost normal. Well, as normal as could be expected, with the many new piercings that now adorned my body. I felt so foolish trying to speak with the tongue piercing. The nipple rings made me feel like such a slut. But when I put on his sweatshirt and my bikini bottom, I felt almost normal. I thanked Master and Mistress, as I now thought of Stacy. I realized that I had to please her as much as Master.

The party seemed to be breaking up. Mistress said she didn't feel well, but she seemed perfectly well to me. Maybe she read my mind,

disappointed that Master would be giving her a ride home, or maybe she just needed to enforce her will upon me again, but she suddenly

slapped me across the face, knocking me to the ground. Not giving me a moment to recover, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my

feet. I was still weak from the bondage and unable to defend myself in any way.

Mistress ordered me to remove the sweatshirt. I had hoped Master would intervene, since he had just let me get dressed, but he did not interfere. As I lifted the shirt, Mistress made her way to the closet and returned with a light chain in the shape of a Y. I sensed rather

than knew what she would do and in moments she had connected my ringed tits and pierced tongue! The strain on both parts of my body was so unpleasant and once again I felt more animal than human. Master, please, Master, save me, I thought.

She then ordered me to put the sweatshirt back on. It was so painful, trying to pull it over my head, with my poor tongue chained to my aching titties. I bowed my head as far as possible to relieve the strain, but it was still painful and humiliating. I was ordered to crawl to the car and I knew there was no choice but to obey. Master

opened the door for Mistress like a perfect gentleman, but the only attention he paid to me was to pull my bikini bottom down around my

thighs, making it even more difficult for his slut to crawl to the car. Oh, Master, please, why are you doing this to your slut?

I finally made it to the car, and crawled into the back seat. I couldn't understand it, but the juices were flowing copiously from my

abused pussy. I expected to suffer alone in the back seat, but Mistress surprised me by getting in the back with me. It was so embarrassing when Master, realizing his slut was juicing, told

Mistress to put a towel under my leaking cunt. They were more worried about getting slave juices on his car seat than the anguish being suffered by their frightened slut.

My heart nearly broke when I realized Mistress had no intentions of going home, that she was far from ill. She wanted Master and the wishes of the chained slut that sat in the back seat mattered not to either of them. Master suggested that I be unchained for the ride home, just in case we were stopped by a policeman. Oh, I thought, what if we were? Would I tell him that I was their prisoner, their sex slave, their animal? Would I?

I heard them plan to tease my tender pussy all the way to the apartment, after first locking my hands behind my back. I was defenceless and her words, "come to Mistress," were spoken as to a

trained bitch.

She began to tease my pussy, letting her fingernail slide along and scratch the tender lips. When I reacted by drawing my legs toward

each other, she slapped my inner thigh and told me to remain spread. At my heightened state of arousal, it would take only a few moments of

her attention to bring me to another orgasm, but I knew this was not allowed. I did not want to be punished again, so I strained and begged my body to be still, to not react to her unwanted fingers, but she knew just where to scratch, and when her fingernail made contact with my engorged clit, I let out a cry of anguish and sexual energy.

Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, please Mistress, please no, I screamed in my mind, gritting my teeth, throwing my head back in hopes of

overcoming the volcanic explosion building within me.

"Haha, she is fighting the inevitable, Si," she said, as her finger suddenly withdrew from my gapping cunt. "Nooooooooooo," I silently

begged. I needed to cum, please don't stop now! My breathing was sporadic and labored, unable to find peace and unable to find release.

"Remember cunt," Master reminded me, as if I needed to be reminded, "that if you cum, you will be whipped again. You don't want that do you, cunt?"

"No, Mather, no," I responded, knowing that I might not have a choice. If Mistress wanted, she could easily drive me over the edge. I was

helpless to control my own body.

Then she was back. Stacy's expert fingers traced the line of my slit. I desperately wanted to close my thighs and squeeze the juice out of my pussy.

"Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkk!" I screamed as I was entered once more. This bitch's fingers were making me crazy. I so wanted to cum and I so didn't want to cum. These feelings were battling it out within me. One more flick of my clit and that would be it ...no, no, no, no , nooooooooooooooooooo! I felt the on rush of my climax and knew that I would torn to shreds by their whips.

I was ready to cum, please no, let me ... I tried to focus my mind elsewhere but Stacy's fingers always brought me back to my reality.

"Ohhhhhh, noooooooooo, yessssssssssssssssss!" that was it. The wave couldn't be stopped.

Then a screech of brakes made me shudder and jerk forward in the seat, thrusting my body against the fastened seatbelt. The same movement brought Stacy's fingers out of my pussy and sent her crashing in a similar manner.

"Oooops, sorry girls," Smiled Master looking relieved that he had managed to stop his car just inches from the one in front.

"Too much watching the back and not enough watching the road. Nearly there now."

I hadn't cum.

I had never been so close before, ever, but I hadn't cum. My stomach and groin were now so stoked that the merest of touches would have sent me over the edge. But we were stopping outside Master's house.

I had survived the journey and would not be whipped. Maybe that should have made me feel better but it didn't because whatever was about to be done to me I knew would not be pleasant.

To be continued ...

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